hello,  I’m Emma. I’m 15 years old and ive been struggling with depression for about 5 years.  it all started when my brother died the year 2012.  it had always just been me and my sister Shelby.  we were born on the same day 2 years apart.  and that year my mother found out she was going to deliver carter, my brother.  I was in the fifth grade at the time and I remember waiting and waiting but no one ever came out.  so no one thought anything of it.  soon my cousin and I went to dinner.  we came back hoping it was almost time….. when my father walked out.. he was crying and he told us the baby had died 3 mins after being born. he said their was nothing wrong and in those 3 mins everything was perfect then the next… he didn’t know what had happened and how it happened so fast.  ever since then ive felt like there is a missing part of me.  my parents took it really hard.  why shouldn’t they?   ig after that is when my parents started to act weird.  neglecting and caring more about themselves then us. 2 years after that my mother gave birth to another child pyper.  I love her to death and I consider her my own child.  after she was born my mother wasn’t around much.  or she was and she would expect me a 13 year old kid to care for a new born baby?  and I don’t mean I got her up from naps sometimes and gave her a bottle.  I mean everything that comes with a baby I did. I might as well have given birth to her.  but its fine I love the kid shes amazing.  idk I just feel so alone all the time.  like its only me.

sorry for blabbing but thanks for reading this far. 🙂